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Pulling her by her arm, he dragged her along with him towards the balcony of the large room.
She stumbled but he kept his steps quick and calculated.
Sliding the glass door open, he pushed her towards the railing making her back hit the metal.
"YOU DON'T WANT THE MILLIONS HUH?!!!", he shouted trapping her between his arms.
The cold breeze was not enough to calm his boiling anger.
But she might was.
"You came from a dingy slum and now living in this big ass mansion!!!", he hit the railing.
"You were nothing nothing! Thriving for pennies! Wandering around for the basic needs of life and still failing to make the ends meet!!!"
His nails digged into the flesh of her arm. The internal demons urging him to throw her off the height.
She was making him insane.
"AND NOW WHEN I LIFTED YOU UP FROM YOUR MUDDY AND DUSTY GROUND AND TRIED TO MAKE YOU THE QUEEN OF MY WORLD THEN......."
"I'm the queen of your world?.....", she whispered to him as if asking a question.
The rage.
The murderous desires.
The fiery anger.
Everything melted away.
With those few words she made him calm as a winter morning.
"Don't try fcking distract me...."
"You look red."
He had turned crimson.
He knew it.
Her fingers approached his red cheeks, small fingers pointing at the blood rushing to his cheeks which only made them redder, before she finally retreated back, just blankly staring at him.
He wanted to shout further. He wanted to say more. But his tongue seemed somewhat tied. As if caught red handed.
He just realized the words that came out of his mouth in the heat of the moment. The words that came from his heart.
She was not his slave like he tried to claim earlier.
She was his queen.
Taking a sharp breath, he hit the railing before quickly turning around.
"Bloody shit!"
He should've controlled his tongue.
"Ahhhh!!!!", he was frustrated at himself for not even being able to be bad to her.
She was standing at her place, looking at him with puzzlement. While he was breathing heavily, calming his enraged state.
He gradually stepped forward, leaving the space while she was still standing at her spot watching him get back into the room.
"Come in.", he whispered before disappearing from her sight.
He couldn't help but internally growl.
'What's fcking happening to you Kim Taehyung?!'
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(A FEW DAYS LATER)
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JUNGKOOK'S POV
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"You're literally jumping in the valley of death.", Jimin commented seeing jungkook working on his laptop.
"We are.", jungkook corrected Jimin, which made him frown.
"Why me?!!! You're the one who insanely loves her!!!!", he shouted in frustration and got up from the couch.
"I love that girl and you're my best friend. That's why.", jungkook calmly replied and closed his laptop with a satisfied smile.
"The plan is done. We'll go there the day after tommorow."
"And?", jimin narrowed his eyes.
"Save her from there.", jungkook replied pouring himself a glass of water.
"And?", jimin again asked making jungkook heave in frustration.
"I don't know. Whatever she wants."
"She wants to die.....", jimin causally replied taking the seat besides jungkook.
"She's not allowed to want that."
Jimin gulped hearing severity of Jungkook's words.
There was thick silence in the room for a moment but it got interrupted by a sudden knock, making them both turn towards the man who entered the place.
"Someone is asking for master Jeon......"
"Who?", jungkook asked the servant in in suspicion.
"He tells his name Min Yoongi......"
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TAEHYUNG'S POV
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Sitting on the bed, man widening my legs, I saw the seductive prostitute walking in my direction.
Her dress was as revealing as it could be but I still couldn't make myself to look up at her.
It didn't tempt me whatsoever.
She sensually slid her hand over my thigh but I could still not moan or feel anything by her touch.
She settled down on my lap and started placing wet kisses all over my neck while rubbing her hand over my chest.
I tried to enjoy it, to feel something by her touch. Yet nothing could be felt.
She slowly grinded against my length yet it couldn't even get me hard.
I was sharply breathing, trying to fight with this new feel of discomfort by other's touch but nothing was helping.
She slowly slid her hand under my shirt and touched my bare abs.
I closed my eyes for once to get comfortable but y/n's face suddenly flashed in my mind, making me wide open my eyes.
"Enough!", I threw her away from my lap making her land hard on the ground.
"D-Did I do any m-mistake daddy?"
I glared at her and instantly took out my gun.
I already loathed her existence and the daddy literally pulled me to my edge.
"You have three seconds to runway or I'll shoot you right into your head!!!", I roared and she instantly got up, running for the door.
"1"
She stumbled right in front of the door.
"2"
She instantly got up and slammed the door open.
"3"
Bang
She already left the room making all the bullets get fired on the door.
I threw the empty gun on the floor and threw myself on the soft mattress of the bed.
I fcking hated having to force my kitten.
I knew I could manipulate her into staying obediently by my side given her fcked up mental health.
But she just doesn't give in to physical temptations.
Something that enrages me.
One part of me wants to easily force her, bend her and use her any way I want.
But the other just doesn't.
This freaking little girl messed me up.
Her weird gestures, her empty eyes.....
Everything is messed up.
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(A FEW HOURS LATER)
Reaching back home, I instantly made my way to the room.
I barged inside, slamming the door open and saw her looking at me, wide eyed.
"Come here.....", I asked through my uneven breaths.
She slowly walked in my direction with her eyes fixed at mine.
She was still a few steps afar when I swiftly grabbed her by her arm, yanking her towards me.
Her body collided with mine and her eyes widened further in shock.
"Touch me."
Unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while still holding her arm with the other, I slowly got out of it, throwing it somewhere aside in the room.
Holding her hand, I traced it over my bare chest just like the slut did a few hours earlier.
Her bare fingers came in contact with my skin sending electrifying shocks to each and every inch.
Placing her hand over my throbbing heart I let it stay there, covering her hand with mine.
I couldn't help but keep staring into the inky orbs.
Why doesn't her touch disgust me? Why is it only her who can make me feel like this?
The only one who rejected me.
The one I should loathe with my whole heart.
The one I though I wanted to hurt.
Is it possible that I fell in love with that girl?
Is it her body that I love or it just her?
Her.
The one who doesn't even have the prettiest face.
The one who doesn't even have the most tempting body.
The one who's all ordinary with no attractive behaviors or pretentious ways of talking.
She's just her.
And her being her makes her special to me.
It makes me fall harder and harder, deeper and deeper into a cave of unrequited emotions.
I know I'll regret doing it.
I know I shouldn't be doing this but.....
I think I'm in love with Lee y/n.
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Author's rant:
Ummm. So it's already 30+ chapters now.
I'll try and finish it while I can.
Because once you lose interest in a book, it literally just hangs in there.
And that's what happened with metal heart and no way out.
Also, do you think that Kim Taehyung deserves y/n?
If not him, then who does?
Stay safe people. ✨